CHAPTER 43 (1). THE REAL CULPRIT IS SOMEONE ELSE

As Lucio recovered from the state he had been in, Patrizia spurred on with her work. When he had been unconscious, she had only been in charge of a portion of the work anyways, but she wanted to pass on the work in the most suitable way. She was going to do her best so that he could return to his work after one week had passed without any issues. Her hard work had paid off, as Lucio returned to his duties without any awkwardness.

Considering she had returned to being an Empress from the Regent, her workload had lessened only by a little bit. She still hadn't finished the most important work of all. Patrizia drank the still steaming cup of tea as she waited for someone to arrive. A maid announced his arrival.

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Witherford has arrived."

"Escort him in."

At those words, he walked in full of confidence. She greeted him with a bright smile.

"Welcome, Duke. It has been quite a while."

"Yes, Your Majesty."